Pumpkin Patch

I grew up in a small rural area. My best friend Harold and I were into the usual mischief. We stole porn mags from our dad's and had jack-off sessions deep in the woods.

But the one event that really holds memories is Miss Kat's (Kathy) pumpkin patch. It was a few rows of pumpkins in a short field behind her house. Miss Kat was a divorced redhead in her early fiftie's. I had a lot of jack off dreams about her. One chilly October night Harold had this idea about humping pumpkins. Armed with flashlights and a pocket knife we went on our way. It was just how he described. Nice and mushy on the inside. It was awesome.

A few nights later I went by myself. I was on top of a decent sized pumpkin and humping away. It only took a minute to deposit my load. Then I went for another one. All you could hear in the night air was heavy breathing and 'squish,squish,squish.' Well I began working on my third pumpkin. I was almost ready to blast when I heard a voice yell 'Get out of my yard! I'm calling the police!' I stood up, seeds and juice dripping everywhere. I pulled up my pants and ran as fast as I could. My cock was throbbing and dripping with cum.

The next day Miss Kat came over to my house, as she normally did on Thursdays. She spoke to my mom and acted as if all was well. I thought I was in the clear until she caught me alone and whispered 'I'm gonna plant some melons in the Spring if you want to help me.' Then she suggested I cleaned up my mess. I went and cleaned up the damage I had created. In the meantime Miss Kat told me that there really wasn't a shortage of women/young girls in our town, but if I loved pumpkins THAT much she would give me one to take home whenever I felt the urge. I think she knew who sometimes stole her panties off the clothes line. (I always hung them back up when I was done.)